Posted by Fired Fred on January 2, 2008 1:26 PM
The regular season came to an end. My Chargers get the three seed in spite of Norv Turner's coaching. The GM who masterminded last year's coaching fiasco, A.J. Smith, got a freaking extension.
Words fail me.
A few people didn't receive Bizarro-world consideration from their bosses. Here's what the emails looked like on Bloody Monday, the day after the end of the season.
From: Big Tuna
To: RMueller@dolphins.com
Subject: Your job
Randy Mueller,
You drafted Ginn and Beck instead of Brady Quinn. The team finished 1-15. Bullethead wanted to take a contract out on you with one of these Jamaican drug gangs, but I think I talked him into just letting me fire you.
When security comes to escort you out, check for dreadlocks anyway. Chromedome might have changed his mind.
Bill
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From: Steve Biscotti
To: Brian Billick
Subject: You don't know QBs
I am so glad the season is over so I don't have to break my customary promise not to talk to the media during the year. Brian, you don't know quarterbacks, you can't run an offense, and the team hates your guts. Get the hell out and be glad I don't take Ray Lewis up on his offer to have a couple of his friends meet you in the parking lot to discuss cutlery with you. Out OUT OUT!!! I've got a press conference in five minutes.
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From: Teflon GM (mmillen@detroitlions.com)
To: Mike Martz (Ogenius@detroitlions.com)
Subject: See ya fall guy
Yeah, I know it would make more sense for Mr. Ford to have me dropped into the lake wearing nothing but a Ford pickup, but guess what? I get yet another free pass on a failed Lions season. Again.
Hahahahahaha. Take your kid with you, bitch. You're fired. I'm not.
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From: Carl Peterson (gm@kcchiefs.com)
To: KC Chiefs fans
Subject: me and Herm ain't leaving
Never underestimate the power of discreet photographs when it comes to dealing with ownership. So the Chiefs had their worst season since Jimmy Carter was in office. We fired some of the coaching staff, but me and Herm, we play to win the game, and the game is "keep our fat paychecks." Don't forget, season ticket prices go up next week.
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From inside the mind of the Big Tuna, Bill Parcells, about 24 hours ago...
Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss. That's how the song goes at Starbucks, a jarring counterpoint to the usual new-agey stuff dripping out of the speakers.
This isn't a true firing story, but a guy wants a divorce from his wife, so I guess he's firing her in a way.
From watching The Simpsons, I always assumed cops could get a beer whenever they wanted. Just walk into Moe's and ask for one.
"The Hills" star was the subject of rumors about her magazine job. Both Lauren and Whitney Port had places with Teen Vogue, oh by the way a sponsor of "The Hills" on MTV.
Another brief part of my day, spent drilling through the great big Intarweb to find you some sort of firing story that doesn't stem from something terrifying or inflammatory. Seriously, I've skipped blogging some stuff that would make you despair for the whole human race.
For those of you wondering if I'm going to whine about my Chargers LOSING A WINNABLE GAME at Foxboro against the Pats, the answer is no, mostly because Christmas Ape at
You had to know I could no more let news about Chargers+firings pass by me any more than John Pinette can skip a seventh trip to the buffet line.
Maybe the nine people booted out of DC city government had a short walk to the unemployment office, unless getting fired for watching naughty people do naughtier things on the taxpayer's dollar falls under "gross misconduct."
It doesn't matter if you have some type of painful, debilitating illness that only backs down when you smoke medicinal marijuana. No one cares about your track record at work or what kind of agony you have to shut off mentally each day.
Wherever Jim Donald goes next, he'll be able to afford an espresso. The ex-Starbucks CEO picked up a
Rich Eisen's wife may want to